The Cape Rouge, Tuesday... Noon?

[okteiviakom]

Right, to recap: Octavia's weekend had been replaced by one very long day. On Sunday, she and Duke had landed back in Fandom, and she'd failed to sleep much during the night, leading to her then passing out for most of the day, instead. And then she'd gone out to the Nest, gotten drunk, come back to the boat, and failed to fall asleep properly again until it had already been close to Tuesday morning.

And now that she had finally woken up again, she had no concept of what time it was, anymore.

But she knew her head hurt, and she felt nauseous and a little jittery. All of which felt like... oddly grounding things, after the past couple of days. Maybe it was the way her body finally felt fully as awful as the rest of her already had.

Anyway, she was keeping a close proximity to walls as she made her way out of the bedroom, finally, and towards the galley. Just in case she needed the support.

[ooc: Open!]

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[okteiviakom]

The scent hit Octavia on the way. Maybe it had even already wafter into the bedroom and she just hadn't noticed over everything else? But she noticed it now.

She didn't really have the capacity to hesitate before coming into the galley right now, either. Just... padded in, still in her shorts and her giant t-shirt, because changing wasn't going to happen before she felt at least a few degrees more alive.

[my_own_advocate]

"Food or drink?" Lucifer asked, without looking away from his pans.

[okteiviakom]

A pause.

"Painkiller?"

It was the softest and smallest Octavia had sounded since they'd come back.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, Octavia.

"Of course," Lucifer said, fumbling around. He'd had those ready, too, but-- stupidly-- had assumed she'd already taken one.

He snagged a glass of water and a pill, and strode towards her. "Here you are."

[okteiviakom]

That would've made sense, but... Octavia's capacity to think wasn't doing so hot right now. If it had been, maybe she would've been a little more hesitant about accepting help from him.

As it was, she held out her hands for them, just a little bit.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer handed both of them to her readily, searching her face for further hints as to how she was feeling.

"Come, take those, sit down," he said. "I'll make sure the blinds are down."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia almost nodded, but felt right at the last second like that would actually be a bad idea. No sudden head movements.

Instead, she downed the pill with a big gulp of water.

She looked miserable and worn down. But at least she looked so in a softer, more approachable way than she had for the past day and a half?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded, mainly to himself, and then turned and walked towards the booths to do as he'd said - take the blinds down, to block out more of the sunlight.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed him slowly, cradling the glass of water with both hands. Careful about moving too quickly.

Including while sliding onto a seat in one of the booths.

[my_own_advocate]

"So you should get some grease in you as soon as you feel up to eating," Lucifer said, watching her fretfully sit down. "Eggs?"

[okteiviakom]

"Sure."

Octavia didn't really have much in the way of opinions right now, so that... sounded as good as anything.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded, and scurried back to the stove.

He returned with... rather more than just two neat sunny-side up eggs. Mushrooms, too, fried tempeh, tomatoes and toast with butter.

"Here you are," he said, setting it down in front of her. "And your fork and knife..."

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof," Octavia murmured, and drank another gulp of water before carefully setting the glass down on the table.

The voice telling her this was all too good for her was thankfully a muted one, right now.

[my_own_advocate]

Another moment's pause. Then Lucifer bustled back, but not for long.

He sank down in the seat next to Octavia with a plate of eggs and toast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had gotten as far as picking up a piece of toast. But now she... paused?

It wasn't quite freezing, just... Well, she stilled.

[my_own_advocate]

Another tendril of hurt coursed through him. Lucifer tried to ignore it. "... I'm sorry. I can leave."

What had happened that made her hate being near him this much?

[okteiviakom]

Some sort of instinct took over.

Octavia shoved her arm underneath his, linking them. No, he couldn't leave. He shouldn't leave.

She could steal a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had already started to move, but now he-- stopped. Did he feel relief? He honestly wasn't sure.

But he sat down and stayed with it.

[okteiviakom]

"Please don't go," Octavia said. Quietly.

A little weak.

[my_own_advocate]

"If that is what you would like," Lucifer said.

A little helpless.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers curled slowly around his wrist.

"Don't go."

[my_own_advocate]

Simpler, this time.

"I won't," Lucifer said.

Leaned towards her, just a touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned to meet him.

It still felt faintly like a crime, but everything else was louder. She could get away with it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll be here as long as you want me to be, in fact," Lucifer murmured. "I'm not going to work tonight."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had to take a moment to put that together in her head.

"Right, it's Tuesday."

She hadn't seen her phone yet. There were going to be a couple of missed calls from Dr. Baker's office.

"Okay."